Essence [Recommended beautiful article] Even without face, you are happy.

You spoke of crabapple beyond the curtain, mandarin ducks on brocade screens; later, the courtyard saw the deep spring, and the painted hall was within arm's reach. You spoke of the flute sound as if complaining, exhausting all your thoughts; later, the tea smoke was still green, and human shadows vague. You spoke of a lovely person like jade, to be together forever; later, gazing from the long pavilion afar, the night was slightly cool. You spoke of clouds dyeing the sky, flowers blooming on the road to share with whom; later, smoke shrouded dark willows, lake water stirred shadows unlike any. You spoke of lamps across the shore, the direction of your heart; later, fishing boats sang at dusk, wandering in mist and rain. You spoke of calm water and lotus fragrance, gentle breezes and smooth days; later, clouds hid the thin moon, and the clear dew was like frost. You spoke of finishing a game of chess at a quiet window, then expressing your heart; later, the wind swept the lonely pine, and mist covered the hills. You spoke of red sleeves feigning anger, autumn ripples turning with longing glances; later, dark eyebrows were long and restrained, spring colors drifted away from your beloved. You spoke of a faint fragrance floating, a moment of light; later, jade fell and gems scattered, sparse shadows across the window. You spoke of a fine time and beautiful scenery, going out alone in high spirits; later, the bustling world was full of streets, snow fell on the Taihang Mountains. You spoke of writing the pinnacle of high Tang poetry on the stone of three lives; later, you lived in Ziyou, and my home was in Heyang. You spoke of jade towers and rosy faces, the moon and flowing goblets welcoming guest boats; later, a recluse in a secluded valley, lying on a zither pillow listening to rain in a meditation room. You spoke of high mountains and flowing waters, a guest replying to the spring river; later, you roamed and flirted at Zhangtai, tying your horse to the willow. You spoke of splendid lute and beautiful light, lanterns shining; later, the hibiscus had fully bloomed, and moss covered the walls. You spoke of heaven and earth mystical and dark, wind and moon splendid; later, the moon leaned over the river, clouds light, and the sky stretched long. You spoke of a light boat setting out, remembering a fair maiden under the west tower moon; later, rivers and lakes forgotten, only a lone shadow walked the horizon in autumn grief. You spoke of listening to streams in secluded valleys, seeking fragrance on clear hills; later, fallen flowers fell with sounds, water dried along the Xiao and Xiang rivers. You spoke of frost chilling the long river, reed and grass gray and cold; later, where was your beloved? Sitting alone in Weiyang. You spoke of the moon spilling over the cold river, jade pillars and precious beams; later, the cold mirror and broken hook, the bed at midnight chill. You spoke of murmuring dreams of the old garden, mandarin ducks swimming in peach blossom waters; later, snow on a thousand mountains at dusk, old wings several times rushed about on their own.